Volume One, Chapter 17: Don't Die in My Bed
“Thank you for your kind intentions, Prince Jing, but my plan to go to the Netherworld Valley must be postponed. When the time comes for me to depart, if difficulties arise, I will surely seek your assistance. I hope you will lend me your support then.” Yun Jinwa’s icy eyes revealed a faint smile—courteous, yet maintaining a perfectly measured distance.
“Marquis Wu’an, as long as you invoke my name, I will wholeheartedly aid you,” Xiao Muchen replied with a warm and gentle smile. His smile was like a spring breeze, comforting and inviting. Whether it was just her imagination or not, Yun Jinwa sensed an unusual passion gleaming in his dark, bright eyes.
“Your Highness is benevolent to all; Jinwa holds deep respect for you. May you enjoy abundant blessings and longevity, bringing prosperity to all under Nanling’s skies,” Yun Jinwa uttered a few elegant pleasantries before bowing and taking her leave.
Xiao Muchen’s thin lips curved into a lazy smile, only withdrawing his gaze after her graceful figure disappeared around the corner of the corridor. He then turned his eyes toward the imperial study. Hm, his elder brother was indeed capable—convincing Yun Jinwa to change her mind so effortlessly.
But was he worried for Yun Jinwa’s safety, or afraid she would uncover the truth about Yun Ting’s solitary infiltration?
That night, under a pitch-black sky and a deep blue canopy, the watchman repeated his mechanical call: “The air is dry and the fire hazard high; be careful with flames.” His sonorous voice echoed far into the silent night, accompanied by the crisp beating of his drum.
Within the General’s Mansion, most had already fallen into slumber. Only the octagonal lanterns hanging beneath the eaves swayed in the breeze, casting dancing shadows among the trees—a scene serene and tranquil.
Suddenly, a slender figure slipped out of a room, moving with the lightness of a wildcat. Without alerting anyone, she bounded several steps to the backyard wall.
With a single leap, she soared onto the high wall. Her legs floated down, landing softly on the ground.
Yun Jinwa’s eyes snapped wide open; she strained her vision downward.
What had she stepped on?
Soft, long...
Could it be—a snake?
“Ow, my waist!” came a pained groan.
“Sorry, sorry!” Yun Jinwa hastily withdrew her foot.
It seemed a homeless beggar had taken shelter outside the wall of her home.
The figure slowly rose, making a hissing sound—likely from pain where he had been stepped on.
In the darkness, Yun Jinwa could not discern his features, but she caught a familiar fragrance.
The scent was sharp pine mingled with the gentle warmth of ambergris—a refined, fresh aroma.
“Your Majesty?” Yun Jinwa’s mind went blank.
“Jinwa, my waist is injured—I can’t move,” Xiao Jin’an said, leaning halfway toward her.
Suddenly, hot breath unexpectedly brushed against the young lady’s face.
Yun Jinwa’s ears flushed red, but the thick darkness concealed her embarrassment.
She steadied her breath, planted her feet firmly, and tried to keep her voice steady and devoid of emotion.
“Your Majesty, let me escort you back to the palace!”
His imperial health was paramount; not a moment could be lost.
The palace had many skilled physicians who could treat him promptly.
“Ow, ow, it hurts! I can barely take a step,” Xiao Jin’an tried to walk but winced in pain, gritting his teeth.
“Perhaps you can bear it for a moment, and I’ll fetch a doctor,” Yun Jinwa said, looking up at the sky.
She hadn’t checked the almanac before leaving—one misstep and now this big trouble!
“See a doctor here? Am I a shameless man?” Xiao Jin’an immediately protested.
Yun Jinwa was speechless.
How could she explain?
She carried a bundle on her back, and here was this grown man standing by the wall at night—it looked as if she were sneaking off with someone!
“Bring me into the mansion. Just prepare some pain-relieving medicine. I’ll lie down for a while; when I can walk, I’ll return to the palace myself,” Xiao Jin’an grumbled.
“Alright!” Yun Jinwa couldn’t think of a better solution and reluctantly agreed.
She climbed back over the wall, went around to the side gate, unlatched it, and quietly let him in.
After a brief hesitation, she helped him into her bedchamber.
Xiao Jin’an obediently lay down on the large bed. Suddenly, a unique, subtle fragrance filled his nostrils and penetrated deep into his lungs, stirring ripples in his heart like the gentle flow of spring water.
“Massage me,” Xiao Jin’an said, pointing behind him with his long fingers.
Yun Jinwa placed her hands on his lower back. As a martial artist, she had some knowledge of medicine and found several acupoints, pressing and kneading with moderate strength.
Her hands were not the soft, delicate ones of a pampered noble lady but bore a slight callus. Through his clothes, he could clearly feel the force she applied.
“Mm…” Xiao Jin’an flushed, the blood rushing swiftly throughout his body.
Was this girl deliberately torturing him?
The Mingmen and Shenshu acupoints not only relieved back pain but also had an aphrodisiac effect!
“Feeling better?” Yun Jinwa asked, hearing his pleased groans, her worry easing somewhat.
“You’d better apply some medicine!” Xiao Jin’an muttered.
“Uh…” Yun Jinwa hesitated.
“What do you mean ‘uh’? I consider you a brother. You stepped on me and now hesitate to apply medicine? I don’t believe you never treated wounded soldiers on the battlefield,” Xiao Jin’an said with some bitterness.
Three years wasn’t a long time.
Yet, he had missed her most beautiful years—from budding talent to proud bloom.
Yun Jinwa blinked. Since they were brothers, there were no more taboos.
Without hesitation, she fetched some ointment to invigorate blood and dispel bruises. She lifted his long robe at the back and slightly pulled down his trousers, preparing to apply the medicine.
“Hey? What’s wrong?” Yun Jinwa stared at his body but couldn’t bring herself to touch him.
Xiao Jin’an’s entire body was flushed like a fully cooked lobster.
Was her step really that forceful?
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